Feeling the murderous intent emanating from Lin Chen, Zhou Bin was already scared witless, sitting paralyzed on the ground. Zhou Dongqiang remained comparatively calm, putting on a forced smile. "Little brother, it was all a misunderstanding. Let's talk this over nicely!"
"What is there to talk about? Just now, you said that one of my hands is worth 100,000 yuan. Let's stick to the old rules," Lin Chen said coldly as he stared at Zhou Dongqiang.
"What!" Zhou Dongqiang's face changed upon hearing Lin Chen's words.
His son had just been slapped fifty times and had turned into a pig's head. If he himself were to be slapped one hundred and eighty times, then what would become of his face?
"No, please, I can give you money. Spare me," pleaded Zhou Dongqiang, his voice trembling.
Lin Chen looked at him icily and raised his arm. "Spare you? Sorry, I won't spare a single person from the Zhou family."
